Zhao Muze awoke twenty years ago.
In just twenty years, he had spent considerable effort just on strategizing.
Accumulating wealth was actually not of much interest to him anymore.
The treasures he had amassed over the years barely equaled half of what was contained in the Golden Throne Hall.
How was Shi Yaoguang doing, you ask?
With but a word, she demanded a gift of a Space Button.
Where was he to find such a thing?
If Quan Jinbei were here, he would surely express deep empathy.
He too had been pursued by Shi Yaoguang for gifts.
Honestly, it was unbearable.
No matter how wronged Zhao Muze felt,
he had to do what needed to be done.
And he could not skimp on any gift he was supposed to give.
Because...
Shi Yaoguang had very openly threatened him.
Just as he was pondering whether he should quietly try to pass off something inferior as quality,
or perhaps...
just outright claim he had nothing, basically anything to avoid giving the gift,
